Sheryl Decterow

When I went to Anthropologie today to purchase two of these hooks for my crocheted garment photography studio, I waited in line behind a girl who was about to drop a few hundred dollars on tall leather riding boots. It was apparently her first time. As she waited for her card to clear, she moaned, “oh god”. The salesperson consoled her with encouragements to breathe and information regarding their eagerness to accept returns if the boots turned out not to be her thing.

I fell dramatically in love with these gorgeous flats while I was there, but I just don’t have $128 for them. And that brings me to the glory of this entry: the end to my winter boot hunt resulting in two pairs for, coupon activated, just pennies over $20. It’s called buying used, babies. One of the pairs is a fine, furry, wintery kind, brown with copper sequins, but the one that induced my beeline is a caramelly leather platform heel. Probably like a four inch heel. They’re terribly gorgeous. Very seventies yet sophisticated and refined. I feel like Austin Powers’ lover, and that wouldn’t be far off the mark (but Dan has very little chest hair). Anyway, here is the sinker: they both have great traction, and the boots don’t clack obnoxiously on hard floors. WHEW! The only noise that turns my hands into fists faster than clickity-clacky heels is the buses screeching as they slow down as of late.

Daniel has decided that we are eating at an Indian restaurant, so this is the end of the entry.